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DANCE OF THE AUTUMN LEAVES Swishing, twirling, whirling, Wait for the autumn, Curling, swirling, gliding, Let go of the branch, Circling, piling, launching, Gliding delicately in the air, Swooshing, circling, crunching, Falling to the ground huddling up.

By Aimee Bell, eight, a pupil from Newcastle Church High School PLAYTIME When the bell rings for playtime We all run outside Laughing and shouting Whose turn is it to hide? When the bell rings for playtime We all shout and cheer We all lik e to play outside At this lovely time of year.

When the bell ends playtime We all shout and moan "Hurry up!" says the teacher "It's double maths." We groan!

By Amelia Crowe, nine, a pupil from Newcastle Church High School
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Publication:Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)
Date:Jul 12, 2012
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